My Master | Leo

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HAPPY LEO DAY!
I published a poem story.
I hope you read it and like it!

✿ му мαѕтєя ℓєσ ✿
✿ ¢нαρтєя тωєиту иιиє ✿
✿°•. нαѕнвяσωиѕ αи∂ ¢нєєѕє .•°✿

I instantly closed my eyes shut when I feel the rays of sun hit my face. Why doesn't anyone close those curtains? I like sleeping in the darkness.
I turned around,  hoping that the shine would go away— but it didn't. I just wanted to sleep, I was just so tired.

Wait— where am I?

I opened on of my eyes, exposing white walls and an open door, there was a brown nightstand next to me, and people with blue clothing walking outside of the door.

Is this the place where they take crazy people? Am I crazy?

My other eye opened and I sat up in this really uncomfortable bed that made noises everytime I moved, and it was awfully familiar.

I looked to my side, where a lady that looked like a young nurse was opening the windows and letting in the sun rays that didn't let me sleep.

For a second, it smelled like alcohol and rubber but then the smell went away when I heard a sound coming from the door.

A lady, with the same clothes as the other but just older, approached my bed with a table that had annoying wheels. Why does everything seems annoying today?

Not until I noticed what was in the table, and why I loved the smell so much. My precious Hash Browns and Cheese. My favorite breakfast was laid in front of me with some orange juice that seemed freshly made.

I looked at the Grandma which reminded me of my own, and about to ask her if I could eat she ripped a piece of hash browns in a fork and played it in front of my face.

I— getting what she meant by that— held away the fork while frowning. I think I really am in a place for crazy people.

"I can eat by myself." I said, not intending for it to sound harsh so I made a small smile.

She just shook her head, and I could notice the grey hairs on the sides of her hair bun, also as the wrinkles on her forehead and her cheeks.
Taking my hand I her cold one, she placed it back on the bed and proceeded to bring the fork closer to my mouth.

"You are still on the anesthesia they gave you, I don't recommend moving your body." after her hard but low voice I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked over at the younger nurse who was placing pillows on the bed head and pushing me back to it.

After I sat up completely with the hel of the younger nurse— feeling numb—I realized a thick fabric on my head and when my hands went up from the back of my neck to my ears to my head I realized—

I HAVE NO HAIR.
Where is my hair???!!!!!

I wanted to scream, but the Grandma saw my expression and my widened eyes probably reading my mind she finally answered "Calm down. It will grow fast."

"Grow fast!!??" My mood dropped and I felt fire in the pit of my stomach wanting immediate response to all of my questions, and for some reason I knew that they knew what I was thinking.
"FIRST OF ALL" I shouted with the top of my lungs when I felt the younger nurse touch me again.

"Why am I here!?" I shouted and heard the door slam open, revealing another nurse but more like in her twenties. She ran to me and held my arms as if I where a twenty dollar bill on the floor.
"Don't touch me! What the heck!??" I screamed again as I saw the other nurse come at me with a syringe that made my eyes widen.